Misty walks towards me. She has a shapeless patch of white on her forehead.

Storm walks towards me. She has a lightning bolt on her back leg.

Misty and Storm walk toward me, breathing and footsteps in sync.

I wish I had a sibling.

Storm smiles a little. "I haven't met too many other cats-"

"-especially ones as beautiful as you!" finishes Misty

"Oh your silver coat is-"

"So shimmery!"

Star wasn't sure how to handle all of the compliments. Nobody, not even little Jakey had ever told her that she was 'shimmery'. Oh that word made her fur stand on end!

Not to mention, they were cats! Someone who understood how much being pulled on the tail hurts!

"I have never met any cats before," Star began "but I'm sure you are by far the loveliest," said Star, trying to return their compliments.

Flattered, the sisters scampered off, giggling and bubbling with happiness.

Inside, Star felt something wrong about Misty and Storm. They just, well, it seemed hard to put in words. Those two girls acted as if the only thing they sought was beauty.

Star thought she was pretty on the outside.

But who was she in the inside?